• Published 5th Oct 2012
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Dating Derpy - NYQUTIE



Thank you so much, FeinesFabi for the idea!!

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Prologue

My name is Fredrick Xavier Ian, but most people around this small and quiet neighborhood address me as Freddy or even Fred. I've lived in a small suburban house located on twelfth street in this town all my life. Ever since my father died of brain cancer and my mother got remarried and moved to New Jersey, I've been living in Westlake, the name of my hometown, for about 9 to 10 years. That's also how many years I haven't seen my best friend, Craig Junior Lucas. I had no idea where he was, but he must've been living in paradise. Where I live, the sun doesn't shine so much for me. Everyone knows everyone, but that's not the problem that discourages me.

The thing is: Westlake gets treated like an abandoned city. There's scattered trash everywhere, homeless people begging for money (mostly outside of banks and diners), and the unmistakable stench of secondhand smoke is always greeting you early in the mornings. Yet aside from all of those bleak disadvantages, there was only one person capable of making my day memorable: The mail woman. Yes, the mail woman. As far as I know, her name is Derpy Hooves, and she's been working in the mail career for quite some time. People say her eyes are disabled, but I think that makes her more unique than most people around here. Rumors say she also has a bit of trouble speaking, but I really don't care. Babies can't speak properly when they're first born, so what's the difference? Seriously!

The only problem is that, well...I'm severely shy! There, I said it. I've never met a woman like this before (Frankly, I've almost never met a woman at all, but I've seen them! I swear!), and I have troubles confessing my true feelings toward her. She seems to always be the first one stuffing letters (mostly bills) into my mailbox, and she always seems to take her time walking down the sidewalk to the next awaiting house's mailbox. She's probably a bit self-conscious when she caught me that one time when I was staring at her through my living room window. I know, a little stalker-ish, but she looked kinda pretty in her uniform. And not in a dirty way! Nevertheless, I always lay awake at night hoping that someday I'll get my chance and be her hero. I'll be by her side everyday, I'll take care of her, and I'll do anything she needed complete. But I can't get my hopes up too high, or else I'll end up with a crushed up heart. And nobody wants that in life.

So, the best thing I'd have to do is wait, be patient, and hope for a miracle...

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